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Krycek returned to his dorm from the party downstairs, armed with a couple stacked platefulls of food and a thermos full of coffee along with a bottle of water under one arm. He didn't expect to be getting any of the coffee, so he'd had some at the buffet table, ignoring the groups of zombie-wearied students and assorted professors. He'd spoken with Han briefly, but didn't want to do anything but go upstairs and maybe not move for a while.
Pushing open the door with one foot, he stepped inside, his desk lamp casting dim yellow-ish light over the room. "Jake? You still awake in here?"
"God, please tell me you have coffee!" was the response he got to that opener. Jake didn't move from his sprawl on Krycek's bed however. It had been a very long day, and not even the prospect of coffee could make him move now.
...Well, maybe if it was a double mocha with hazelnut and cream.
"Yep. Normal drip, but I brought you lots of sugar packets," he said, moving to slide the plates onto the desk without dropping anything. Krycek had managed to grab a bit of everything it seemed, from cut vegetables to mini-sandwiches to a couple of pieces of cake. "Think you can get up or do I need to pour it on you?"
At least he'd managed to get a short shower earlier, not as hot as would have been nice, but he didn't stink of zombie nearly as much. His clothes were a loss though... And he'd have to get his leather jacket dry-cleaned for sure.
Jake looked torn for a moment, then sighed and sat up. "Gimme. I'm really starting to see the advantage of that IV drip you keep mentioning. Could possibly be unweild-y when escaping zombies and whatnot, sure, but until I start running for my life, I'd at least have coffee."
"You could smack them with the stand and make a run for it," Krycek suggested, smirking as he brought over the Thermos cup filled with coffee and handed it to Jake. He tossed a few sugar packs into Jake's lap from his pocket and sat down heavily on the bed, water bottle still under his arm and a paper plate balanced on one hand. "Hungry?"
"Coffee!" Jake exclaimed happily, downing half of the cup before doing any thing else. He made a face. "Ack, scalding." First he shifted position on the bed, so Krycek had somewhere to sit, then he poked his head curiously over Krycek's shoulder to see what he had. "Ooh, cake."
Krycek turned his head slightly, smirking a little at Jake. "There's some for you, too. Over there-" He nodded to the desk, though carefully so he wouldn't bump his partner. "If you actually want to expend the energy to pull yourself off the bed anyway."
He felt tired, but not sleepy at all. And it was odd having someone in his room, even though he'd only been in the single for a couple weeks. There were extra blankets and a pillow stocked in the closet, but he wondered how Jake would feel about taking the floor as he still rather liked the idea of sacking out on a mattress when he crashed.
"Bah. You're the worst room service dude ever." Jake flopped down on his elbows, carefully cradling his cup. He didn't know what Krycek had planned for after food/coffee, but whatever it was, Jake knew one thing for sure. He was not moving.
Maybe in a couple of hours, he might pad over to get cake, but that was it. Jake yawned. "Hey, you." He poked Krycek's thigh with his bare foot. "D'you think Phoebe is all right?"
"Room service under great duress, you addict. Never said anything about being your personal servant." He picked up a carrot stick and bit off the end, nodding at Jake's question. "Yeah, I think so. Jayne took her off to the clinic. We can drop by tomorrow and make sure though."
Scooting back on the bed, he sat cross-legged, the plate in his lap, and watched Jake sprawl with an eye to the carefully held coffee cup. "Answer a question for me."
"Hm? What?" Jake tilted his head towards him, idly swirling his coffee around in the cup.
"The first time I met you, you looked an awful lot like the Professor. How'd you manage that?" He'd wondered, but hadn't actually gotten around to asking. It had also occured to him that he didn't know what, if any, powers or abilities Jake had besides caffeine-resistance and incessant jonesing for coffee no matter the ocassion.
"Heh, that." Amused, Jake sat up. He studied Krycek's face closely for a moment, taking in the mouth, nose, eyes and eyelashes, then he closed his eyes. Usually he didn't have to, but he was worn out.
When he opened his eyes again, he knew his face was a copy of Krycek's. He hadn't bothered to go further though, so he still had his own hair and body. He imprinted the face, just in case, then let it fade away again. "Easy, like. For protective covering, I figured he'd be a good choice at the time."
Krycek cursed sharply and nearly fell off the bed as he reeled back, the water bottle clunking to the floor and rolling off across the hardwood. Eyes wide, it was really just the idea that if Jake had come to kill him? He'd already be dead. Still, he wished he hadn't left his spiker in his pack across the room. "Shit. You..." He stopped, closing his mouth and trying to think of something to say that wasn't "are you an alien assassin clone?"
"...Shit. Jake? What the hell was that?" Krycek was proud of the fact that he didn't sound as though he had just been more frightened than he had been all damn day.
Pushing open the door with one foot, he stepped inside, his desk lamp casting dim yellow-ish light over the room. "Jake? You still awake in here?"
"God, please tell me you have coffee!" was the response he got to that opener. Jake didn't move from his sprawl on Krycek's bed however. It had been a very long day, and not even the prospect of coffee could make him move now.
...Well, maybe if it was a double mocha with hazelnut and cream.
"Yep. Normal drip, but I brought you lots of sugar packets," he said, moving to slide the plates onto the desk without dropping anything. Krycek had managed to grab a bit of everything it seemed, from cut vegetables to mini-sandwiches to a couple of pieces of cake. "Think you can get up or do I need to pour it on you?"
At least he'd managed to get a short shower earlier, not as hot as would have been nice, but he didn't stink of zombie nearly as much. His clothes were a loss though... And he'd have to get his leather jacket dry-cleaned for sure.
Jake looked torn for a moment, then sighed and sat up. "Gimme. I'm really starting to see the advantage of that IV drip you keep mentioning. Could possibly be unweild-y when escaping zombies and whatnot, sure, but until I start running for my life, I'd at least have coffee."
"You could smack them with the stand and make a run for it," Krycek suggested, smirking as he brought over the Thermos cup filled with coffee and handed it to Jake. He tossed a few sugar packs into Jake's lap from his pocket and sat down heavily on the bed, water bottle still under his arm and a paper plate balanced on one hand. "Hungry?"
"Coffee!" Jake exclaimed happily, downing half of the cup before doing any thing else. He made a face. "Ack, scalding." First he shifted position on the bed, so Krycek had somewhere to sit, then he poked his head curiously over Krycek's shoulder to see what he had. "Ooh, cake."
Krycek turned his head slightly, smirking a little at Jake. "There's some for you, too. Over there-" He nodded to the desk, though carefully so he wouldn't bump his partner. "If you actually want to expend the energy to pull yourself off the bed anyway."
He felt tired, but not sleepy at all. And it was odd having someone in his room, even though he'd only been in the single for a couple weeks. There were extra blankets and a pillow stocked in the closet, but he wondered how Jake would feel about taking the floor as he still rather liked the idea of sacking out on a mattress when he crashed.
"Bah. You're the worst room service dude ever." Jake flopped down on his elbows, carefully cradling his cup. He didn't know what Krycek had planned for after food/coffee, but whatever it was, Jake knew one thing for sure. He was not moving.
Maybe in a couple of hours, he might pad over to get cake, but that was it. Jake yawned. "Hey, you." He poked Krycek's thigh with his bare foot. "D'you think Phoebe is all right?"
"Room service under great duress, you addict. Never said anything about being your personal servant." He picked up a carrot stick and bit off the end, nodding at Jake's question. "Yeah, I think so. Jayne took her off to the clinic. We can drop by tomorrow and make sure though."
Scooting back on the bed, he sat cross-legged, the plate in his lap, and watched Jake sprawl with an eye to the carefully held coffee cup. "Answer a question for me."
"Hm? What?" Jake tilted his head towards him, idly swirling his coffee around in the cup.
"The first time I met you, you looked an awful lot like the Professor. How'd you manage that?" He'd wondered, but hadn't actually gotten around to asking. It had also occured to him that he didn't know what, if any, powers or abilities Jake had besides caffeine-resistance and incessant jonesing for coffee no matter the ocassion.
"Heh, that." Amused, Jake sat up. He studied Krycek's face closely for a moment, taking in the mouth, nose, eyes and eyelashes, then he closed his eyes. Usually he didn't have to, but he was worn out.
When he opened his eyes again, he knew his face was a copy of Krycek's. He hadn't bothered to go further though, so he still had his own hair and body. He imprinted the face, just in case, then let it fade away again. "Easy, like. For protective covering, I figured he'd be a good choice at the time."
Krycek cursed sharply and nearly fell off the bed as he reeled back, the water bottle clunking to the floor and rolling off across the hardwood. Eyes wide, it was really just the idea that if Jake had come to kill him? He'd already be dead. Still, he wished he hadn't left his spiker in his pack across the room. "Shit. You..." He stopped, closing his mouth and trying to think of something to say that wasn't "are you an alien assassin clone?"
"...Shit. Jake? What the hell was that?" Krycek was proud of the fact that he didn't sound as though he had just been more frightened than he had been all damn day.